The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife

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rning yet-he'd only woken from thirst.He let out a l

ed a bottle of water from the fridge. He drained it in one go,

bedroom light, his gaze

he'd fallen asleep. O

en he forced it away. He shouldn't care. He didn't care.He

*

Mor

o make a sound. She had no idea if Bruce had left fo

was still asleep.Isn

the memory of his temper stopped her. Sh

that exact moment, th

muffled groan, shifted sl

. She rushed to check the time.1

something was critically imp

spine. Would he blame her

ed closer, tapping his arm a

d softly, stil

u're late

espo

e quietly left the room and

*

Hours

eady left for work.Just as her hand touched the doork

was an emergency I couldn't ignore.

dged his tone."Thank God. Thank you, Mr. Bro

all e

is hand curled into a tigh

led back to the guest room a

*

adn't seen Lyra since waking, and he was glad. If she appear

meeting with Mr. Brown.She nearly

per wife and woken him up, non

s, lowlife wife he hated wi

ear the stairs, then being pulled back

ely.His worthles

ered."No, sire is still

in one bitter gulp, stood, grabbed his car keys

ved.It was almost noon. She sat at the table

hone

thing cruel to you

id until

he police. Or call me. I'll come o

nced at her strangely. It was the

You'd d

ay

e laugh for thre

nly I can do

.. onl

*

any, Bruce stared at his tablet screen.Th

Every smile.Every soft, happy

r his face.Not anger-not yet.Some

ther man.She felt s

tablet do

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